Poems About Murder Published by Members Recently Online
#murder
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
19th Dec 2024 3:06pm
Santa Claus Did It
a Christmas detective story
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
Lord Sixtus Runcorn had been murdered with an axe, by Santa Claus. Lady Runcorn had seen it through the window of the library while she was walking the primrose path about the house and promptly screamed the estate to a standstill. A doctor was on hand to administer a sedative and she was now sleeping in her chambers, attended by a close friend.
Inspector Frodsham gathered everyone in the drawing room. It was a tradition among the Runcorns of Arrowfield to retire early on Christmas Eve, so the suspects were dressed in pyjamas and robes,...
#Christmas
#murder
#mystery #ShortStory
#mystery #ShortStory
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beanbandit
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
Melt
The body on my back porch took a breath
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
#love
#murder
#confusion #zombies
#confusion #zombies
604 reads
3 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
Melt
The body on my back porch took a breath
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
#love
#murder
#confusion #zombies
#confusion #zombies
604 reads
3 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
Melt
The body on my back porch took a breath
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
#love
#murder
#confusion #zombies
#confusion #zombies
604 reads
3 Comments
beanbandit
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
16th Nov 2019 7:32pm
Melt
The body on my back porch took a breath
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
Inhaling a guess that something wasn't right
In fact, she felt a bit left
Behind from the rest, maybe separated
Dismembered at best
Wondering if it was a life
Cause there was no more hurt
Just mess
Entrails clung as dressings on her chest
I'm wondering if it was alive
I pissed my pants
I confess
All of my life the monsters in movies aren't this
If eyes were the windows to the soul
Her eyes locked in mine
Our souls almost poured in the whole
Of each others...
#love
#murder
#confusion #zombies
#confusion #zombies
604 reads
3 Comments
13
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
IYI - All That Murder Offers
So finally in your despair
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#breakup
#murder
792 reads
2 Comments
13
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
IYI - All That Murder Offers
So finally in your despair
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#breakup
#murder
792 reads
2 Comments
13
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
IYI - All That Murder Offers
So finally in your despair
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#breakup
#murder
792 reads
2 Comments
13
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
IYI - All That Murder Offers
So finally in your despair
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#breakup
#murder
792 reads
2 Comments
13
Poem Published
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
15th Apr 2020 4:03pm
IYI - All That Murder Offers
So finally in your despair
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
you fall from grace broken and bare.
Now sleep
with my knife
tucked in between your teeth
while I try
to remember what it means to be free
of your lies
your manic pretentious beliefs
make me wish I had died
before you took over me.
Now lost within your darkest fear
don't give up hope I need you here.
I screamed
to the skies
like a child at prayer believes
one wish will suffice
to keep you forever with me
in my own tragedy I lay
you'd call this love or is...
#love
#jealousy
#relationships
#breakup
#murder
792 reads
2 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
4th Apr 2024 12:20pm
4th Apr 2024 12:20pm
MYSTERY UNDER ROCKS DEEP ERRIE ROADS
Too many deaths
It's hard now the count
It keeps growing more than sex
It's a rebel without a cause no doubt
The sad way it is, found even lost skeletons
Murders more than before, what God think's of it now?
It's hard now the count
It keeps growing more than sex
It's a rebel without a cause no doubt
The sad way it is, found even lost skeletons
Murders more than before, what God think's of it now?
#dark
#murder
#death
#TruthOfLife
#suffering
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